Serve out plenty of whisky to the hunters and see that a few bottles slip for'ard.

I'll wager every man Jack of them is over the side to-morrow, hunting for Wolf Larsen as contentedly as ever they hunted for Death Larsen." "But won't they escape as Wainwright did ?" I asked.
He laughed shrewdly.

"Not as long as our old hunters have anything to say about it.

I'm dividing amongst them a dollar a skin for all the skins shot by our new hunters.

At least half of their enthusiasm to-day was due to that.